… watching for the brushstrokes of God
The changing of the season, autumn leaves ablaze with color, invites us to be present: to be amazed at the splendorous display of colors; to shed what will become fertile soil for future new growth; to get bare enough to find the bones of what is important.
What do you notice in the changing of this season?
“…and I stood there watching stream after engulfing stream plunge itself over the cliff above into the pool below. I imagined the steady engulfing power of mystery that breaks through our hardened places to destroy the roots of corruption in us. I watched, and the water would not relent.” ~ Kaitlin B. Curtice, Native
How do you stand in the steady engulfing power of mystery?
“ I have learned that what I have not drawn, I have never really seen, and that when I start drawing an ordinary thing, I realize how extraordinary it is, sheer miracle.” ~ Frederick Frank
How do you notice the extraordinary in the ordinary?
“Something inside me
constantly bleeds towards god.
That’s why I keep writing,
slipping messages under the door.” ~ Dorothy Walters
Could it be the other way as well? God slipping messages under our door?
“A poet is an unhappy creature whose heart is tortured by deepest suffering but whose lips are so formed that when his sighs and cries stream out over them, their sound becomes like the sound of beautiful music…” ~ Søren Kierkegaard
How do you tap into the poetic?
“May you have a mind that loves frontiers
So that you can evoke the bright fields
That lie beyond the view of the regular eye…” ~ John O’Donohue
